Real Power.

One Tsunami, and all our armies,\rSeem belittled by their wars,\rWhat Animals fled, and tribesmen read,\rFinally Arrives with crushing roar,\rWholesale slaughter, purely by water,\rMakes us seem an irrelevance,\rConcepts of power, change by the hour,\rFaced with primal elements.\rNatures dice, thrown in a trice,\rIn a grotesque game of craps,\rWhose final score, is real shock and awe,\rAnd rewriting global maps.\rPolitical reputation, seen by a nation,\rHiding in its cosy hole of choice,\rWho promises braille, whilst the real mail,\ris delivered via the peoples voice.\rAnd the aftermath is all in its path,\rIs gone in waste and grief,\rWhy does it take disasters wake,\rTo unite us all in relief.\rNo discrimination here, just abject fear,\rNo religion or class escapes unscathed,\rNo riches or show cheat the undertow,\rAll submerged beneath the waves.\rIn modern times, our greatest crime,\rIs to have lost feelings and lost touch,\rIt takes catastrophe, to make you with me,\rTo make everyone into us.\rFaced with apocalypse our planes and ships,\rSeem meaningful when not at war,\rBut as our memory of disaster slips,\rWill we revert to squabbling like before.\rMaybe we should try, to all get by,\rAnd harmonise more from this date,\rWho knows when next the globe is vexed,\rWho knows the twists of fate.

Malcolm James Pugh - ex systems programmer/civil engineer.